Fresh
ideas
can burst through stagnation’s chain.
Close-mindedness
can be struck dumb
by
forward thinking.
It’s
chic to defy inaction, to do something—
exchange
sentient words,
dissect
dogmas that prefer the devil they know.
Tradition
doesn’t know as many devils
as
orthodoxy can lead so many to believe;
to
live, to grow, to feed all children
equally,
convention
must try new things—
gray
skirts, polka dotted pants, rainbow kilts,
and
repurposed evening combat boots
might
be the thing to keep that old dog
enjoying
life-enriching new tricks.
Just
think…
and do
something
fresh.
- for Poets and Storyteller’s United--Friday Writings #28: Heartening and Unselfish.
As your words suggest, they say there is nothing new under the sun but there probably is a great deal we have not opened our eyes and minds to, to make a better world.
ReplyDeleteI hear a 'never give up' behind these words – inspiring!
ReplyDeleteOch aye, that's a bonny kilt! And I like the idea of "evening combat boots" too.
ReplyDeleteLove it I am always in for 'life-enriching new tricks,
ReplyDeleteMarch on, beat the drum, see the light. Have the very best weekend.
ReplyDeleteHave a good weekend.
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
Just think
ReplyDeleteand do something
yes I support this line of thinking
I'm imagining the wardrobe you describe...and I'm loving it!
ReplyDeleteAlways there is a better solution, just waiting in the crevasses of the mind .
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A very upbeat and inspiring poem, Maga. I've been thinking a lot lately about doing something fresh. Who knows, I might even send you letters! :)
ReplyDeletePolka-dotted pants... yes!!! definitely!!! Hunting online now!
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful post! I am a firm believer in reinvention!! Have always known you are as well! Love, Helen
ReplyDeleteIt's time to get out of the old and into the new. And I love that kilt!! I'm in the midst of overhauling and clearing out, making space for new things. And just giving myself room to breathe.
ReplyDeleteYour writing always moves me..jolts me..ignites hidden worlds in me..I love the images you paint and poetic blades you wield..I can never get enough of your writing. wishing my witchy kindred a beautiful and magical wkd. Thanks for always inspiring..
ReplyDeleteI read again, neat reminiscing. Not sure that the now generation knows the meaning of the word, "chic".
ReplyDeletePerhaps I can publish my comment today?
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Jim
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p.s. My wife and youngest granddaughter walked over to the Today "Square". They have a sign but didn't get shown first panning. Daughter stayed back and is working ""at home" this morning. They are babysitting the next youngest's cat while she is "holidaying" in the Azores. Her apt is in downtown Manhattan so the two walked over.
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I think, to stay creative, is to stay happy and alive. Your poem reminds us that not all stuff is use-and-throw. Now where is my old pair of combat boots?
ReplyDeleteEverything old is new again!
ReplyDeleteEvery thing comes back after a while. Nice thoughts.
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